Soft Fruit Songtext
von Portastatic

My pale friend
How do you feel?
Are you sick from a rough ride
On the back seat or the wheel?
We are just soft fruit
With a thin and spotted peel
Looking from conditioned cases
Out over hard, hot fields

Are you gonna change your life?
Are you gonna shade your eyes
From the fire in the barrel under glowing faces
Where it′s always dark enough to steal?


Built a house on a rock
Now I'm always taking stock
Tell me where do we get off
Calling doctors when we cough
I wanna make a different world
Watch the smoke while it curls
Burn it down and start again
Look around, where are your friends?

You better stop your crying
You better come to grips
With all the ugly privileges
That you can′t give up
But you can't live with